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fandomhigh2009-10-07 04:25 am
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Library, October 7 [Wednesday]
Gabrielle had woken up this morning with the vivid sensation that there was a story she had to write, and it was right there just waiting to be written down.
And then she'd gotten dressed, and the sensation had just disappeared. Poof. Like a bit of pocket lint or dandelion fluff or any semblance of an uneventful shopping day when Salmoneus was around.
Bound and determined to try anyway, Gabrielle was perched on her chair behind the library front desk, head propped up on her hand and slight frustrated scowl in full effect as she stared at the blank scroll in front of her.
If she could've gotten up and physically chased that story idea down, she'd have done that. She was kind of hoping it'd happen, this being Fandom and all, but.
And then she'd gotten dressed, and the sensation had just disappeared. Poof. Like a bit of pocket lint or dandelion fluff or any semblance of an uneventful shopping day when Salmoneus was around.
Bound and determined to try anyway, Gabrielle was perched on her chair behind the library front desk, head propped up on her hand and slight frustrated scowl in full effect as she stared at the blank scroll in front of her.
If she could've gotten up and physically chased that story idea down, she'd have done that. She was kind of hoping it'd happen, this being Fandom and all, but.
Morning